Le Sage et d'Orneval ont quitté du haut style
La beauté ;
Et, pour Polichinelle, ont abandonné Gille ;
La rareté !
II ne leur reste plus qu'à montrer, par la ville,
La curiosité.
Air de Joconde.
Connaissez-vous, sur l'Hélicon,
L'une et l'autre Thalie ?
L'une est chaussée, et l'autre non ;
Mais c'est la plus...
No Notice gave She, but a Change —
No Message, but a Sigh —
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime, the steady Frost
Upon Her Bosom piled —
Of shrinking ways — she did...
The Notice that is called the Spring
Is but a month from here —
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.
Not any House the Flowers keep —
The Birds enamor Care —
Our salary the longest Day
Is nothing but a Bier.
